She kissed his cock again but did not take it into her mouth as he wanted her to do. "Tell me," she said. "What was the dirtiest thing you ever did?"
He frowned slightly. "I don't know, Rose. I don't dwell on such things." He knew the moment he said the words that he was sounding like a stuffed shirt, but he was damned if he would retract the sentence.
"Of course you don't, Pete." She paused briefly. "You know, I feel I've known you for a long time, but I haven't, have I?"
"I don't know. Only you would know that."
"Would you like to fuck me now, Pete?"
He hedged. "I'd like you to suck me off, baby. I told you that before."
"You don't want to fuck Rose?" Her brows had shot up.
"Certainly I do," he said. "But right now I want to be blown."
"Oh, if you put it that way, I don't mind doing it. It's the word 'suck' that turns me off for some reason."
"Really?" He could not for the life of him think of anything else to say to her at this precise moment. What the hell difference did a word make? Suck. Blow. Either one would do. Same difference.
"Bring your cock back to me, baby," she said, sounding almost exactly as Cindy had earlier.
He wondered if she listened at Cindy's window as he had at hers, for sounds of spoken words, grunts and so on.
"Sure," he said, clearing his throat and sounding like an insurance salesman just being asked if his company was solvent. "I mean, I'm happy to do so," he added. He could have kicked himself – he was sounding like an idiot now.
She took his prick in her hand and ran her fingers up and down on it, causing a bead of sap to appear on the very tip. Much to his astonishment, she made a face and averted her eyes. Pete felt disappointed, angry. He pulled his cock away from her and turned away from the bed.
"Think I'll go home and this time stay there," he muttered savagely. Imagine. This Goddamned woman was repelled, evidently, by a bead of his sap while she took all the jizz a dog could pour into her. Once again he could have kicked himself. Striding from the room without saying another word, he found the front door, opened it and stepped outside. Immediately, he heard his name being called and thought it was Rose.
It was not.
The voice came from behind him and off to his right.
"Pete," Cindy called over. "Come here, you nut. What are you doing in that yard?"
He saw her then. She was standing in her front doorway; there were no lights on in her house, but the fact that she was wearing a white robe helped him to spot her. He walked slowly over to her door, stopped and looked at her.
"I went home, Cindy," he said slowly, "but Mark and Mary were still at it, so… so I came back."
She pushed open the screen door. "Come in, baby. Maybe we can start something going again."
He entered the house swiftly.
"What were they doing, Mary and Mark?"
He wondered why she added the two names. What were they doing would have been enough to ask. Did she mean something else, like maybe the dog and Rose? He tried to see her expression, but it was too dark in the room and the light from the streetlamp did not help much even though the door stood open.
"Mary," he said, smiling, "was sitting nude from the waist up on a sofa, and Mark was pumping his prick into her mouth."
Cindy giggled. "It makes me hot all over again."
Pete grinned in the dark. "Can't we turn on a light?" he said, wanting Rose to see him in Cindy's house. It might be good to have Rose watching him through a window, as she said she'd done when he screwed Cindy, and they had sixty-nined. How would that be for a thrill – take one woman while another secretly observed? He found the idea appealing.
"Please," he went on, "turn on some lights. I'm not an owl, baby."
Cindy laughed softly and did so. When the room was lighted, he looked at her and noted the long, beautiful, white nightgown she was wearing. It was transparent, or almost so, and he could easily see her tits, hairy muff, even her navel, when he glanced at her more closely.
"How do you like it, Pete? Does it show up my good points or not?"
"You have nothing but good points, Cindy," he said.
"Oh… I love you for that, you darling man." Cindy was fairly squealing now, much in the manner of a schoolgirl. "Keep talking like that and I'll do anything for you."
Before Pete could say a word, Cindy had crossed the room and parted the drapes that hung over the side windows.
"Hey," he said, finding his voice at last, "why did you do that?" He knew, of course, but wanted to hear her put it into words.
"Poor Rose," she said. "I want her to be able to watch us, if you don't mind, Pete. She's so hard up for sex and a guy, baby."
For a guy, maybe, Pete thought, but not for sex. "I'm not sure I can operate as an… er… exhibitionist, Cindy," he said lamely.
"Oh, gee, baby, give the poor girl a break."
Pete glanced at his watch. "Do you know it's past midnight? Won't she be sleeping now?"
"She's a very light sleeper. When she sees this light shining, she'll wake up, I'm sure. She never misses watching Mark and me."
"And you don't mind her doing that? Mark doesn't either?" he asked.
Cindy giggled. "We did at first, when we first found out about it, but then we found we liked it. Something about knowing a sex-starved person is watching makes you enjoy your performance more. Can you understand that, Pete?"
Pete was very careful about his words. "How do you know she's sex-starved?" He cleared his throat noisily. "Maybe she sneaks away and spends nights with guys in motel rooms."
Cindy shook her head and smiled. "Not Rose. She'd be much too terrified to go to a motel with any man."
"I'll bet," Pete murmured softly.
"Pardon me. I didn't hear you, baby."
"Nothing. I mean, I was just clearing my throat."
"Oh… well… what do you want to do, get undressed and expose your hard cock to our sex-starved neighbor?"
He shrugged. "I guess so. That is, I'll undress if you'll take off your nightgown."
She removed it and stood naked in front of him. His dick became hard immediately, and he grinned self-consciously.
"You are the darnedest girl I ever saw," he said, shaking his head.
"Take off your pants, baby. I want to see your hard-on again."
Pete glanced quickly at the window and thought he saw a movement outside the house. Grinning, but trying not to, he slipped off his trousers and, folding them by the crease, placed them over a chair. He turned about and faced the naked Cindy.
"Want to suck in front of the window, Cindy?" he asked. "That way your neighbor can see the entire bit."
Cindy blushed slightly. "Gee, you make it sound so deliberate, as if we were putting on a peep-show."
Pete laughed. "Well, aren't we?"
Cindy dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes filled with wanton lust. She wrapped her arms about his thighs and buried her face between his legs, making Pete's cock become super hard. A moment later she had tugged his balls while kissing the end of his prick lovingly.
"Do you like it, baby?" she asked softly.
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "It's enough to drive a guy crazy."
"You taste so good!" she cried. "I could eat your cock up."
He was perspiring now. "I wish you would," he replied unsteadily.
"Don't look at the window," she said, her face turned slightly away from it. "My neighbor is watching us. Doesn't that excite you, baby?"
"Y-Yes," Pete said, wondering why he wasn't mentioning a word about having been in Rose's place. Cindy was certain to find out about it eventually. He would have to tell her soon. "Suck me off good, Cindy," he said. "Let's entertain your neighbor royally."
"Yes," Cindy agreed. "Let's get her in a state where she's fit to be tied."
"I have a better idea," he said tensely. "Let's get her in a state where she's willing to be laid."